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Did your husband walk out with you as well? He seemed amiable to the treat from what little you shared.
Perhaps it's Oedipal, the act of buying your drink somehow emasculating your husband, leaving you at their mercies - a subconscious quid pro quo that you didn't want to enter or even consider.
That Latte, a steaming hot cup of illicit sex...
That's my Freudian interpretation anyway
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